perpetual_motion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
perpetual_motion) wrote2008-03-23 09:49 pm
perpetual_motion) wrote2008-03-23 09:49 pm
Entry tags:
Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Ed and Lupo Make a Connection [4/?] Law & Order HSAU
Title: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Ed and Lupo Make a Connection [4/?]
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law & Order
Pairing: [Ed/Lupo; Jack/Mike Cutter, Mike/Connie]
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ed, Lupo, and a long-awaited conversation.
Part One: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Mike Cutter Meets his Rommates
Part Two: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Mike's First Day of Classes
Part Three: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: One Night in the Mock Trial Room
Disclaimer: If I was making scratch off it, it'd be a lot more gay.
Author's Notes: As per the usual, some credit for this goes to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amazonqueenkate, who was chatting with me when I laid down the basics. Mike Cutter, in high school, was probably an awkward kid, and the only person who really got him was his mock trial coach, Mr. McCoy. If you're not connecting the dots yet, you may want to get off the trolley. In short: High School AU, because it can be done.
Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Ed and Lupo Make a Connection [4/?]
By Perpetual Motion
The only warning Mike gets before Lupo barrels into his room is something that’s almost a shout, and then a few stomping footsteps. He turns in his desk chair just as Lupo flings open his door and throws himself across Mike’s bed.
“Life sucks gigantic donkey balls,” Lupo announces.
Mike has to fight not to laugh. He feels bad for Lupo, but the dramatics that have become part of his overall reaction to Ed are so over-the-top it’s hard not to find the humor. “What’d he do?”
“He has a date.”
“Oh, no.”
Lupo glares at Mike’s sarcasm. “Look, man, I don’t tease you when you come home all googly-eyed over McCoy.”
That shuts up Mike but good. “Sorry.”
“S’okay. I just don’t know what else to do. I mean, I spend all my time with him. I don’t bust him to Van Buren, and I totally could, and I don’t know what else to do.”
Mike taps his fingers against his desk chair. “You could always tell him.” It comes out a bit more snarkily than he means it to, and he grimaces a little. “Sorry.”
“You suck.” Lupo, somehow, manages to sink even deeper into Mike’s mattress. “I really like him.”
“I know,” and Mike is completely sympathetic. “You really should talk to him.”
“When? I think he’s making out with the entire cheer squad today.”
The image of Ed kissing Connie makes Mike flinch. “It can’t be the entire squad. Half of them are probably in the city today.”
“You are not helping at all, man."
Mike shrugs. “I’m not good at this stuff.”
“No kidding,” but Lupo’s smiling a little.
The outside door suddenly slams open, and Ed’s voice follows it. “Forgot my wallet!”
Lupo groans into Mike’s pillow. “I hate him.”
Ed looks into Mike’s room and pauses. “Hey, Lup, you okay?” Ed looks at Mike. “He okay?”
“I’m fine,” Lupo says before Mike can pull something together. “Just…tired.”
Ed walks into the room and eyes Lupo. He places a hand in the middle of Lupo’s back. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yes.” Lupo squirms at Ed’s touch and sits up. “We were just talking.” He can’t look at Ed. He looks at Mike instead. “I’m gonna go to my room for awhile.”
Mike flinches. Lupo going to his room ‘for awhile’ never leads to anything good. “You sure?”
“Yes,” Lupo says with no small amount of annoyance. “I do know how to make up my own mind, thanks.” He jumps off the bed and shoves past Ed; a few seconds later, the slam of his door reverberates through the suite.
Ed raises his eyebrows and looks at Mike. “Did I fuck up?”
“It’s…you should talk to him,” is all Mike says. He doesn’t want to betray Lupo’s trust, but he doesn’t want to leave Ed completely in the dark. “He’s frustrated.”
“About-“ Ed cuts off and shakes his head. “Never mind. I’ll ask him.”
Mike’s eyes go wide. “Now?”
Ed shrugs. “Why not? I know where he is.”
“But he’s-“
“I’ve got it, man.” Ed waves off Mike’s concern. “I can handle it.”
Mike’s not really sure he can, but can’t come up with a good argument against Ed trying to get Lupo to open up. “Godspeed.”
“Funny.” Ed grins and walks out of Mike’s room. He stands in front of Lupo’s door and steels himself for possible cursing. “Lup?”
“Fuck off!”
Well, that’s accomplished, Ed thinks as he turns the knob and opens the door. Lupo’s sitting on his bed, knees up to his chest, half-facing the wall. “Hey, man, I’m sorry if I pissed you off.”
“You didn’t.”
“You sure? You seem pretty pissed.” Ed closes the door and stands in the middle of Lupo’s room, hands in his pockets. He’s learned over time that attempting to touch Lupo in a funk is a dangerous game. “I mean, if you’re mad at me, man, you can just tell me. We’ll-“
“It’s not you.” Lupo steals a glance at Ed, and he starts to blush. “It’s just some shit I’m dealing with.”
“Dude, if you’ve got shit that needs dealing, you know I’ll help.”
“I know.”
Ed can’t quite figure out the undertone in Lupo’s voice. “Okay, Lup, seriously, just talk to me, okay? You’re kind of freaking me out here.”
“You’ll be more freaked out when I’m done.”
“Oh, yeah? Prove it.” Ed says it jokingly, and he’s not prepared when Lupo jumps off the bed and stalks towards him. Ed steps away until his back hits the door. “Lup?”
Lupo stares at Ed and reaching out slowly, he puts his hand on the door next to Ed’s head. He leans in. “You’re gonna freak.”
Ed’s breath is shuddery, and he tries to stand up straighter. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t freak.”
“You sure?”
Ed looks into Lupo’s eyes. They’re intense and a little wild, and they’re not looking away. “Bring it on, Lup. I can take whatever you dish out.”
“Yeah?”
Ed’s not as certain as he was a few minutes ago, but he’s never backed from a challenge. “Yeah.”
Lupo leans in and kisses him, quick and nervous. He barely leaves his lips against Ed’s long enough to get a feel for anything, but he’s panting when he pulls away. He watches Ed stare at him. “Yeah. So.” The sudden grin that splits Ed’s face throws Lupo. “Ed?”
“Fucking hell, man. It took you this long?” Ed touches Lupo’s side, smiling wider when he doesn’t flinch away. “Man, seriously, I’ve been waiting forever.”
Lupo blinks. “What?”
“I didn’t know what to say. Couldn’t get a damned read off you for anything.”
“What?” Lupo wonders if his brain’s skipped off the track. “What the fuck are you saying, Ed?”
“I’m sayin’, Lup, that I don’t think I’m gonna need my wallet tonight.”
“Huh?”
Ed laughs and pushes off the door to press against Lupo. “I’m not planning to leave this room tonight. That good with you?”
A smile slides across Lupo’s face, crooked and genuine. “Yeah. I’m good with that.”
“Fantastic.”
Part Five
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law & Order
Pairing: [Ed/Lupo; Jack/Mike Cutter, Mike/Connie]
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ed, Lupo, and a long-awaited conversation.
Part One: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Mike Cutter Meets his Rommates
Part Two: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Mike's First Day of Classes
Part Three: Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: One Night in the Mock Trial Room
Disclaimer: If I was making scratch off it, it'd be a lot more gay.
Author's Notes: As per the usual, some credit for this goes to
amazonqueenkate, who was chatting with me when I laid down the basics. Mike Cutter, in high school, was probably an awkward kid, and the only person who really got him was his mock trial coach, Mr. McCoy. If you're not connecting the dots yet, you may want to get off the trolley. In short: High School AU, because it can be done.Unorganized Snapshots of Prep School Life: Ed and Lupo Make a Connection [4/?]
By Perpetual Motion
The only warning Mike gets before Lupo barrels into his room is something that’s almost a shout, and then a few stomping footsteps. He turns in his desk chair just as Lupo flings open his door and throws himself across Mike’s bed.
“Life sucks gigantic donkey balls,” Lupo announces.
Mike has to fight not to laugh. He feels bad for Lupo, but the dramatics that have become part of his overall reaction to Ed are so over-the-top it’s hard not to find the humor. “What’d he do?”
“He has a date.”
“Oh, no.”
Lupo glares at Mike’s sarcasm. “Look, man, I don’t tease you when you come home all googly-eyed over McCoy.”
That shuts up Mike but good. “Sorry.”
“S’okay. I just don’t know what else to do. I mean, I spend all my time with him. I don’t bust him to Van Buren, and I totally could, and I don’t know what else to do.”
Mike taps his fingers against his desk chair. “You could always tell him.” It comes out a bit more snarkily than he means it to, and he grimaces a little. “Sorry.”
“You suck.” Lupo, somehow, manages to sink even deeper into Mike’s mattress. “I really like him.”
“I know,” and Mike is completely sympathetic. “You really should talk to him.”
“When? I think he’s making out with the entire cheer squad today.”
The image of Ed kissing Connie makes Mike flinch. “It can’t be the entire squad. Half of them are probably in the city today.”
“You are not helping at all, man."
Mike shrugs. “I’m not good at this stuff.”
“No kidding,” but Lupo’s smiling a little.
The outside door suddenly slams open, and Ed’s voice follows it. “Forgot my wallet!”
Lupo groans into Mike’s pillow. “I hate him.”
Ed looks into Mike’s room and pauses. “Hey, Lup, you okay?” Ed looks at Mike. “He okay?”
“I’m fine,” Lupo says before Mike can pull something together. “Just…tired.”
Ed walks into the room and eyes Lupo. He places a hand in the middle of Lupo’s back. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yes.” Lupo squirms at Ed’s touch and sits up. “We were just talking.” He can’t look at Ed. He looks at Mike instead. “I’m gonna go to my room for awhile.”
Mike flinches. Lupo going to his room ‘for awhile’ never leads to anything good. “You sure?”
“Yes,” Lupo says with no small amount of annoyance. “I do know how to make up my own mind, thanks.” He jumps off the bed and shoves past Ed; a few seconds later, the slam of his door reverberates through the suite.
Ed raises his eyebrows and looks at Mike. “Did I fuck up?”
“It’s…you should talk to him,” is all Mike says. He doesn’t want to betray Lupo’s trust, but he doesn’t want to leave Ed completely in the dark. “He’s frustrated.”
“About-“ Ed cuts off and shakes his head. “Never mind. I’ll ask him.”
Mike’s eyes go wide. “Now?”
Ed shrugs. “Why not? I know where he is.”
“But he’s-“
“I’ve got it, man.” Ed waves off Mike’s concern. “I can handle it.”
Mike’s not really sure he can, but can’t come up with a good argument against Ed trying to get Lupo to open up. “Godspeed.”
“Funny.” Ed grins and walks out of Mike’s room. He stands in front of Lupo’s door and steels himself for possible cursing. “Lup?”
“Fuck off!”
Well, that’s accomplished, Ed thinks as he turns the knob and opens the door. Lupo’s sitting on his bed, knees up to his chest, half-facing the wall. “Hey, man, I’m sorry if I pissed you off.”
“You didn’t.”
“You sure? You seem pretty pissed.” Ed closes the door and stands in the middle of Lupo’s room, hands in his pockets. He’s learned over time that attempting to touch Lupo in a funk is a dangerous game. “I mean, if you’re mad at me, man, you can just tell me. We’ll-“
“It’s not you.” Lupo steals a glance at Ed, and he starts to blush. “It’s just some shit I’m dealing with.”
“Dude, if you’ve got shit that needs dealing, you know I’ll help.”
“I know.”
Ed can’t quite figure out the undertone in Lupo’s voice. “Okay, Lup, seriously, just talk to me, okay? You’re kind of freaking me out here.”
“You’ll be more freaked out when I’m done.”
“Oh, yeah? Prove it.” Ed says it jokingly, and he’s not prepared when Lupo jumps off the bed and stalks towards him. Ed steps away until his back hits the door. “Lup?”
Lupo stares at Ed and reaching out slowly, he puts his hand on the door next to Ed’s head. He leans in. “You’re gonna freak.”
Ed’s breath is shuddery, and he tries to stand up straighter. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t freak.”
“You sure?”
Ed looks into Lupo’s eyes. They’re intense and a little wild, and they’re not looking away. “Bring it on, Lup. I can take whatever you dish out.”
“Yeah?”
Ed’s not as certain as he was a few minutes ago, but he’s never backed from a challenge. “Yeah.”
Lupo leans in and kisses him, quick and nervous. He barely leaves his lips against Ed’s long enough to get a feel for anything, but he’s panting when he pulls away. He watches Ed stare at him. “Yeah. So.” The sudden grin that splits Ed’s face throws Lupo. “Ed?”
“Fucking hell, man. It took you this long?” Ed touches Lupo’s side, smiling wider when he doesn’t flinch away. “Man, seriously, I’ve been waiting forever.”
Lupo blinks. “What?”
“I didn’t know what to say. Couldn’t get a damned read off you for anything.”
“What?” Lupo wonders if his brain’s skipped off the track. “What the fuck are you saying, Ed?”
“I’m sayin’, Lup, that I don’t think I’m gonna need my wallet tonight.”
“Huh?”
Ed laughs and pushes off the door to press against Lupo. “I’m not planning to leave this room tonight. That good with you?”
A smile slides across Lupo’s face, crooked and genuine. “Yeah. I’m good with that.”
“Fantastic.”
Part Five
no subject
no subject
no subject
And I love this:
Lupo glares at Mike’s sarcasm. “Look, man, I don’t tease you when you come home all googly-eyed over McCoy.”
That shuts up Mike but good. “Sorry.”
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject